Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 80 Your Answer

At this moment, Chen Yao, who was standing to the side, felt her head buzzing.

Her professional demeanor allowed her to maintain a smile, but the subtle twitching at the corner of her mouth betrayed her inner breakdown.

This is the brain circuitry of a carbon-based organism! Its unique thinking truly lives up to its reputation.

This kind of thought process, which perfectly blends romance and lewdness, affection and crime, and most importantly, manages to make perfect sense back then, is simply outrageous to the extreme!

She looked at Cheng Ming.

Because of the "weight-bearing performance" just now, Cheng Ming's chest rose and fell slightly, and a few strands of sweaty hair fell on his forehead. Far from looking disheveled, he exuded a wild tension under the spotlight.

Looking at the audience below the stage still laughing, I realized that the laughter was not just polite support, but a heartfelt, unrestrained celebration.

The flow of people in the entire entertainment area reached its peak at this moment, and countless passersby were attracted by the commotion and surged in like a tide.

This isn't a college student! This is clearly a bewitching demon!

While Chen Yao was internally complaining, she kept reminding herself that she was still hosting a show and had to hold on and not give in.

Chen Yao took a deep breath, trying to calm her rollercoaster emotions. Ultimately, thanks to years of practice, reason prevailed over emotion.

"Um—Xiao Ming."

Chen Yao spoke up, trying to control the scene that was like a runaway horse. Her voice carried a hint of helplessness and admiration: "I have to say, your performance was really impressive. I believe that after today, everyone will subconsciously protect their computer when they go to an internet cafe."

Another burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

"but----"

Chen Yao changed the subject, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes: "Since this is the grand finale performance, I think in addition to joy, everyone should also want to hear more of the sounds of Sichuan."

That last song—cough cough, performance art song—was quite a surprise for everyone. So, what are you going to bring us for this last song?

She was actually giving Cheng Ming a way out.

After all, while the song that just played was amazing, it relied more on gimmicks and humor.

As a proper entertainment zone performance, it would be perfect if it could end with a song that truly showcases solid skills.

Cheng Ming took the microphone.

He didn't speak immediately, but turned around and looked at his teammates behind him.

Wang Shuo was still panting heavily. To fit the "stealing the computer" scene, he had really used all his strength to lift up the air, and he hadn't recovered yet.

Zhao Yufeng fiddled with the drumsticks, raised an eyebrow at him, and her eyes seemed to say: Hurry up, I haven't had enough playing yet...

Gu Xiao sat in front of the keyboard, her slender fingers gently resting on the black and white keys. Her cool gaze looked over through her hair, calm yet harboring a fire within.

Lin Yiyi stood obediently to the side, holding her guitar, but her eyes, which were looking at him, were full of stars.

Cheng Ming turned around and faced the thousands of expectant eyes below the stage once again.

This time, the playful smile on his face disappeared.

Instead, there is a chilling stillness.

He stood there, his posture as upright as a pine tree, and the noisy venue fell eerily quiet.

"That song I just heard was for everyone who's looking for fun in life. Life's tiring, and we need a little absurdity to combat boredom...!"

Cheng Ming's deep, magnetic voice, delivered clearly to everyone's ears through top-of-the-line audio equipment.

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the audience.

There were students in cheap cosplay outfits, parents who looked exhausted but accompanied their children, photographers carrying long lenses and sweating profusely, and food delivery drivers who had just finished get off work and were passing by.

"But what happens after the laughter?"

Cheng Ming's question was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

The scene was deathly silent.

The audience, who had just been laughing so hard they were doubled over, gradually froze on their faces.

The turn of events was so sudden that it caught them off guard, yet it struck a chord deep within everyone's hearts.

"Someone asked me, why do I make music? Why do I act like a clown on stage? Da Shuo, you tell me...!"

Cheng Ming chuckled softly and turned to look at Wang Shuo beside him:

Wang Shuo was taken aback for a moment, then grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth. But this smile lacked some of his usual naivety and instead showed a rare seriousness.

"Because I don't want to admit defeat. I want people to hear my voice, even if it's just one person." Wang Shuo scratched his head. Cheng Ming nodded, raised the microphone, and said in a low but firm voice, "So, this last song is not a performance, it's our answer."

"After listening, I'd like to hear your answers."

The moment the words fell.

Gu Xiao pressed down heavily with her finger.

Zong,

A deep and desolate piano sound, like the tolling of a bell before dawn, instantly pierced the air of the entire venue.

There are no fancy intros, and no complicated arrangements.

It's the purest piano music, the most straightforward expression.

Gu Xiao stood ramrod straight, the usually aloof and domineering woman now pouring all her emotions into her fingertips.

Cheng Ming closed his eyes, his fingers tightening slightly as he gripped the microphone.

He spoke.

Without any embellishment or technique, only a hoarse and deep voice that comes with the weariness of life: "Perhaps this is just how the world is—"

"I'm still on my way too—"

"There's no one I can talk to—"

Just three sentences.

A girl in an O-shaped skirt in the front row of the audience suddenly teared up.

That sense of loneliness, that feeling of helplessness in a vast sea of ​​people where no one understands you, was sung out by Cheng Ming in such a whispered way, and its impact was simply off the charts.

His voice wasn't like singing; it was more like whispering in your ear, using the gentlest tone to tear open the scars you least wanted to face.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Shuo picked up the microphone.

His voice was deep and resonant, carrying a stubbornness that seemed to grow from the earth: "Perhaps I can only remain silent—"

Tears welled up in her eyes—

"But I'm unwilling to be weak—"

When Wang Shuo sang the word "cowardice," his voice suddenly rose, a desperate roar born of desperation.

Zhao Yufeng's drumsticks moved.

"Thump—!!"

The bass drum slammed down, like the sound of a heart pounding, instantly igniting the blood of everyone in the audience.

The pace began to quicken.

The guitar enters, followed by the booming bass.

Cheng Ming suddenly opened his eyes, and his once deep eyes now seemed to be burning with two flames. He took a step forward, and his powerful aura made the host standing on the side stage gasp for breath.

"Head down! Waiting for daylight!!"

Cheng Ming's voice suddenly became high-pitched, carrying a sharpness that seemed to tear through the darkness.

"I accept all the ridicule!!"

He was like a lone warrior, raising his head high amidst the condemnation of thousands.

Wang Shuo followed closely behind, their voices complementing each other perfectly at that moment. One was sharp as a sword, the other deep and resonant as a shield: "Towards the wind!! Embrace the rainbow!!"

"Keep moving forward bravely!!"

At that moment, the audience felt their scalps tingle.

The emotions that had been suppressed for so long finally erupted with those two lines of lyrics.